It Might Be In The Head

"How could I leave my sexually frustrated future wife unsatisfied?" He smirks wickedly, his fingers rubbing my core through the thin lace as I moan loudly.

"I'm not the only one sexually frustrated here." I retort breathlessly. I’m starting to stop tiptoeing around him.

"These need to go," he mumbles to himself as he tore my underwear in half.

"Oh no!" I squeak, swatting his forehead. "Couldn't you have asked me to take it off instead of-- oh my God!"

His tongue swirls around my heated wet core as I grip his hair tighter, forcing him to quicken his pace.

"God, you taste absolutely divine. Come for me, my angel." Axel murmurs as his tongue dives deeper inside of me, quicker, faster. My body clenches in sheer pleasure as I come screaming his name.

He brings his lips to mine, groaning into my mouth.

"Oh damn, baby, you're so good. Make sure you are ready for me." Positioning himself above my core, his hands at either side of my head keeping him upright.

"This isn't a roller coaster ride,